*Ignores the fact that I am deeply embarrassed 'cuz I haven't updated in over a month* (^_^;)
But basically it's like this: *writes a sentence, watches 20 minutes of Netflix, writes three words, rewards self with another 15 minutes of Netflix*
Though I forget my manners because I forget to thank yall for your awesome sweet reviews! They make my day/week/month/life. Especially the last thing Candy3314 said to me; that was like the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me! [＾▽＾] Each one of yall got me thinkin' I'm awesome and what-not
Also, I've seriously been forgetting to write 'warnings' and stuff. So, um, sexual tension/awkwardness and some pg-13ish stuff? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Okay so this can be called 'the morning after' chapter ? hahaha
Music: Lonely No More - Rob Thomas (fun fact: this has been one of my favorite songs since I was little) ┏(＾0＾)┛
"Now it seems to me, That you know just what to say, But words are only words, Can you show me something else…Show me how you feel, More than ever baby…I don't wanna be angry no more…it's hard for me with my heart still on the mend…what you do to me is everything, Why can't we just try…What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me, What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me…I don't wanna be lonely anymore."
~Malcolm POV~
My head was throbbing like I had a hangover.
After I got home, I got absolutely no sleep and I thought the only cure for my somnolence was replacing breakfast with three cups of black coffee. But all it got me was a scolding from my dad for finishing his coffee and then later a scolding from the teacher for having to go to the bathroom every five minutes.
I was really considering ditching his class but I don't know if that would mean he won.
I hunched over my desk praying for the miracle that never appeared.
The minute I heard his feet enter through the door, my heart hammered in my chest and any drowsiness desisted.
"Good morning, class," he greeted.
For some reason his voice sounded better than I remember.
I didn't dare look up in case we met eyes.
I expected his rambling to continue, about the lecture, but he was quiet.
I feared the worst, so I peeked up through my lashes to only see him resting his briefcase on his desk, before opening it. He paused before retrieving some papers to look at me, and our eyes met.
He opened his mouth to say something and I averted my gaze suspiciously quickly.
"Okay, class, today..."
I drowned out his voice with my own thoughts, trying to steady my heart beat.
~end Malcolm POV~
~Herkabe POV~
Post school I stopped at the Lucky Aide to pick up some toiletries.
I never have been to this store before so I walked down the aisles, determined to find what I needed without asking for assistance.
I had circled the same aisle three times; still, unable to locate what I needed. Finally I gave in and decided to ask a scrawny, blue smock-clad man for assistance…
"Excuse me, where can I find the-"
The man stopped going through a box of shaving cream cans he was arranging on the shelves to turn around and face me.
His stupid, dumbfounded expression upon seeing me was enough to make me chuckle.
But by now I had completely forgotten what I was inquiring about.
~ end Herkabe POV~
~Malcolm POV~
I swear my stomach fell out my ass. Or it was about to.
I considered actually directing him to what he was looking for, but instead I racked my brain for something witty or rude to say. I opened my mouth to say-
"Malcolm."
Shit. I hate you so much right now, Mom.
My mom appeared beside me. "Oh. Mr. Herkabe, what brings you to the Lucky Aide?"
"Just some shopping," he said, shrugging, with the things he was buying in his hand, which I would have liked to see, but I was too nervous to lift the gaze from my shoe.
"I think I heard Craig calling me," I lied, and quickly ran off before my mom could object.
That was so not smooth of me. There was no way I could face him...ever again!
xXx
The next day at class I made sure I didn't even look up from my desk. I didn't unglue my gaze from the hole in my desk; making it impossible to ever meet his eye.
I had my stuff packed five minutes before the bell rang and bolted out the door the second it rang.
xXx
The day after that, it was getting impossible to literally avoid looking at him and pay proper attention. By now I had memorized the dimension of the hole in my desk and noticed someone picked at it with a neon orange gel pen.
xXx
I thought I had successfully escaped Friday safely, (at least I had the weekend) when I had Josh approach me. Josh is a guy I occasionally talked to in Herkabe's class. He wasn't a friend, mostly asked me to repeat what Herkabe had instructed earlier, but he wasn't a bad guy.
"Malcolm, can you drop this off at Herkabe's?"
"Can't you do it," I begged more than asked.
"C'mon dude, I normally wouldn't ask you but I really gotta go and I forgot before I left the classroom."
"But..."
"Thanks, dude." He put the paper in my hand and smiled his perfect smile. It was funny because Josh always looked like he got dragged out of hell but somehow managed perfect white teeth.
Either way, I was not going back there.
I could just 'lose' his paper; it's not like it's my responsibility...
But that's really mean of me…
Either way I am not going back there!
xXx
I gripped Josh's paper so hard it was crinkled by now.
I cursed my kindness and Josh's stupid paper. He was an idiot, he was probably going to get a bad grade anyways- and he's acting like he even cares about school! He doesn't even pay attention in class…!
Halfway back to Herkabe's I realized my permanent scowl.
By the time I got to Herkabe's, Josh's paper was a mess and my hands were sweating and I was chewing on my lip more than a piece of gum.
I stood outside the open classroom, trying to get my thoughts together.
I didn't know where this came from, but I felt so self-conscious- I even wondered what my facial expressions should look like; something I've never done before.
I took a deep breath, that didn't seem to help, and stepped into the classroom.
"The answer is no."
"Huh?"
"I said the answer is no, Malcolm," he said, turning to look at me, expectantly.
"What?"
"Malcolm, I know why you're here. And the answer is no. I can't-"
I dropped the crinkled paper on his desk.
He paused mid sentence to look at the paper I presented him.
He cleared his throat. "I was going to say that I could not accept that paper without deducting points for turning in it late." He smoothed his tie, taking the paper, ducking to hide his crimson cheeks.
I should have left but I-
"What did you think I came here for?"
"Wha- um nothing."
"No. You said 'no'. Why?"
"Malcolm, just forget it."
"No way! Did you...you think I was coming back he...you thought I was coming here to beg you!?"
"Malcolm, you need to go..."
"Well I wasn't coming here to do...that…!"
"Oh and how could you expect me to not think that what with you walking around, putting a sulking child to shame?"
"I haven't been sulking!"
"Please! You're more skittish than a rabbit the whole time you're in class."
Maybe I was acting different, but not 'skittish'. "And what exactly did you think I was coming to do?"
"It's completely overt; you want to be with me again."
I seriously started laughing on account of being confused, for the most part. "Pouting?! I...I don't want you!" The words tasted bitter in my mouth.
"Good," he prompted, returning his attention down to his papers.
I was enraged. He had the gall to tell me I wanted him? I wasn't going to let him just get away with accusing me of that!
"Listen! I never wanted you! The only reason I slept with you was because I wanted you to leave me alone!"
The words came out broken.
"If that's true, Malcolm, then why are you here now?"
I felt a dreadful feeling coursing through my veins.
~end Malcolm POV~
Malcolm stood hunched over Herkabe's desk, resting both palms flat on the surface.
They both looked at each other, each unable to speak.
Malcolm, angry, and Herkabe, gritted his teeth.
The classroom was eerily quiet. They both knew the other had to say something but it hung on the tip of their tongues, burning.
Malcolm's gaze momentarily dropped down to his teacher's grinning lips, causing Herkabe to smile wider because he was acknowledging his triumph.
All week long it had been a game of cat and mouse, even if Malcolm wanted to believe it was a game of cat and also cat.
The point of the game was to see who could last the longest without acknowledging the other- or simply, who could deny their feelings the longest; but they weren't about to admit to that.
And Malcolm forfeited when he looked down at Herkabe's lips, blatantly announcing his feelings.
Herkabe rose from his desk and Malcolm took a step back.
A million things ran through Malcolm's mind- all but the thing he wanted the most, which his teacher did.
Herkabe grabbed a fistful of Malcolm's shirt, pulling him closer and to the filing cabinet out of view from the classroom's entrance simultaneously.
He shoved Malcolm against it, the metal bar digging into Malcolm's back.
Malcolm had never, even when he was about to get chewed out by his mom, felt his heart hammer so fast in his chest.
The proximity of their face was so acute that every breathe Herkabe took caused his lower lip to lightly brush against Malcolm's.
And just like that they were back to silence. The thing they both knew the other wanted to say radiated off them in the form of pure, imprudent lust.
"Admit it," gritted Herkabe. He had gone this far, but wouldn't move further until Malcolm consented.
"What?"
"Don't tell me your acuity fails you now," teased Herkabe, his cinnamon-gum flavored breath jogging Malcolm's brain with nostalgia.
~Herkabe POV~
Malcolm was speechless and there was nothing that turned me on more than seeing this boy at a loss for words.
"Tell me."
He nodded.
I grabbed his shoulders, and he dug his nails into my sides, pulling me closer like a selfish child.
I covered his mouth with my own, tasting every inch of his mouth with my tongue.
I know I said I wasn't going to do this again, but I couldn't help it.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the whimpers he spilled when I ran my hands up his chest, tweaking his nipples.
He looked up at me, eyes hazy with lust, mouth hanging open, exposing his neck to me. And I loved it- I loved how open he was for me.
I know I said I wouldn't...but I can't stop.
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Ending Music: Addicted To You - Shakira (had to throw it in here because its soooo fitting)
I deeply considered the song 'I'm in love with a stripper' but then I pictured Malcolm in a corset with make-up on a pole and I died. (×_×）
P.S. I already started writing the next chapter so it is coming soon. Promise! Unless I die （＾_＾）